Tonight at D’s a fortyish man was trying to strike up a conversation with a couple of girls who looked about 15. One hopes he was just trying to feel with-it and youthful, but it could have been more sinister. Tamara reported that he was trying to talk music but couldn’t seem to get past 1992 or so “I like the Gin Blossoms!”. When he went to go get a refill the girls buried their heads in their hands and stared at each other with wild eyes of despair.
Tonight for dinner I made a really good soup out of: butternut squash, onion, carrot, lentils, sweet red pepper, ginger, and garam masala. I’m starting to like squash a lot more since I make it into soup rather than trying to eat it on its ownsome.
Is, or is not caffeine a physical addiction? It’s the only “drug” I can’t seem to quit. I can take or leave nicotine and alcohol, but if I don’t get my coffee it’s an ugly scene.
Zeb is gonna be here Saturday night. Who’s partying with us? I SAY WHO?